When (the Reds) won, we loved it because we ran into the locker room and touched all the bats and gloves and got some bubble gum and red pop. When they lost, we were upset because we didn't get the bubble gum and red pop.

You lose, you smile, and you come back the next day. You win, you smile, you come back the next day.

My dad (Ken Griffey) would have bopped me on the head when I was a kid if I came home bragging about what I did on the field. He only wanted to know what the team did.

The other guys, all they have to do is use their big butts and big python arms to hit homers. Me, I'm the little guy in the group. People always root for the little guy.

I think social media has allowed the players to be able to say things that maybe didn't come out right the first time and say what they really meant. I think that it keeps people fair and honest.

The last time I put on this uniform (Cincinnati), I think I was eight, for a father-son game.

My name is not 'The Best Player in Baseball.' My name is George Kenneth Griffey, Jr.